Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 328 A False Peace

Unexpectedly, an opportunity came knocking on their door not long after.

To be precise, it was the Consul of Kohol, Mohr, who appointed a tax collector to lead a group to the blacksmith's shop to collect the ordered weapons.

These were the spear tips and round shields that the Unsullied had replaced.

At that time, Imon was about to lead his men away and find a hotel in the city to stay temporarily.

Reforging a Valyrian steel sword is no easy task; it takes at least two or three days of preparation, and the blacksmith doesn't provide food or lodging.

The two groups, one going in and one going out, bumped into each other.

"Please wait a moment."

When the tax collector Belle Aignan La saw Aemon for the first time, he felt that Aemon looked strangely familiar and that he had an extraordinary demeanor, which was definitely not the Dothraki savage he appeared to be. He stopped him.

Aemon glanced at him, then focused his attention on the fifty Unsullied squad following behind Baylor.

"Who are you, stopping my master?"

"White Bear" Harlow, his face grim, rudely stepped forward and shoved, immediately drawing a barrage of spears from the Unsullied.

But he was not afraid at all, and continued to glare at the little man with Valyrian blood in front of him.

Seeing this, Baylor hesitated for a moment, then ordered the Unsullied to step back, and stepped aside himself to make way.

Imon glanced at him briefly, nodded, and left.

Baylor responded with a smile, his expression of being without temper, coupled with his fair face and thin figure, making him seem nothing like the aloof and noble Valyrians people imagined. Instead, he resembled those self-proclaimed polite people from the Yi lands, who wore monkey-tail crowns as a form of hypocrisy.

In fact, Imon had already guessed the other party's identity when they first met.

The apprentice Ruben was introverted and timid. He usually didn't dare to speak loudly, but when he did, he would have a big mouth.

The title of tax collector Beller was very influential in Cohort because he had a good uncle named Mor Aignon La.

Aemon could get to know him, and through him meet More, and negotiate to buy these blacksmiths with special skills.

However, the success rate is low, and it's too beneath one's dignity.

What kind of class do they have that they need to come to us? They should crawl away!
After Aemon left, the tax collector Baylor lingered, staring at him with a strange sense of familiarity.

This was the first time the two had met; Imon had never been to Kohor before.

But Baylor felt that the face looked familiar, and unconsciously touched his own face, which had no sharp features.

He also obtained some basic information from the apprentice Ruben.

This group of people are...outsiders. Most of the group are Dothraki, but the leader and a few children are nothing like them. They have more poise than the local nobles of Kohor.

"Just entered the city today and reforged a Valyrian steel sword?"

Tax collector Baylor's eyes flickered, instinctively anchoring the clues to Damon Targaryen.

The Dothraki people in Kohor today are more or less related to Damon.

I remember that although the leader looked like a Dothraki, he didn't wear bells on his waist-length braid, and the ends of his hair were white, exuding a fresh plant fragrance.

I guess he dyed his hair and wanted to look different while strolling around Kohol.

"No, I have to tell my uncle about this."

The more the prince thought about it, the more alarmed he became. At this critical juncture of dynastic change, he could not afford to be careless about anything.

Ideally, you should find out where the other person lives and invite them to your home for a meeting.

Then he'll be disappointed.

After meeting Baelor, Imon abandoned his plan to stay in an inn in the city and bought some trinkets before leaving.

I'm definitely not afraid.

He and Vomisol are of one mind, and he can call Vomisol's help at any time.

Even without the dragons, his personal strength, leading a few Dothraki riders, was enough to break through Kohol's defenses.

The problem lies in identity and diplomacy.

The two sides were not equal in status. Moore and his nephew Beller were in a weaker position, controlling the power of Cohol. Fearing Damon's aggression, they took the initiative to send envoys to befriend Damon.

Aemon, as the regent prince, represents the Iron Throne in every word and deed, and oversees the princes of the Vale, Myr, and the Lord of the First Peak. His power is greater than that of several free city-states combined.

If Mor wanted to see him, he had to send a gift to the Iron Throne or the Vale, then travel from Corhol to Pentos, cross the fjord, and meet him in the throne room of King's Landing under the pretext of diplomacy or trade.

Whether or not he wants to see him depends on Imon's mood.

If you don't want to see them, just send the Prime Minister, the Sea Serpent, to get rid of them.

"Come on, I'll take you back to see your grandfather."

Aemon, holding his twin daughters' hands, instructed the children, "Remember, when you see your grandfather, beg him for a present. We're going back to King's Landing."

"it is good!!"

The children were thrilled.

……

three days later.

In Damon's town, Cohol's messenger arrived.

The visitor was none other than the tax collector Baylor, who brought several cartloads of valuables as a gift and was summoned by Damon.

Imon didn't participate; instead, he took the children and fishing rods to the river to go fishing.

Again.

What level of status requires him to meet in person?

Besides, that petty and narrow-minded Damon would be an eyesore if he were to attend.

"Run slowly, don't fall into the water."

"Benella, just use corn kernels and dough to make the feeding area, don't roll it into a ball and throw it in the water to play!"

"Oh!"

The burrowing master reluctantly stopped.

Emon rolled his eyes, feeling a headache coming on from raising children, and walked alone toward the dormant volcano at the edge of the forest.

A soft rustling sound...

The bushes rustled, and two small creatures suddenly emerged.

"Squeak!"

"Chi chi chi chi!"

When the golden-nosed mouse and the little ground squirrel returned from their mission, each mouse carried a piece of ore in its mouth and held it above its head with its little paws as if to show off.

"really."

Upon closer inspection, Eamon saw that the little ground squirrel was carrying a fire ore the size of a fingernail in its mouth, while the golden-nosed rat, with its more sensitive sense of smell and keener perception of treasures, was holding up a flat, blackish-red ore covered with water ripples.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Eamon tapped the little ground squirrel's head, then picked up the golden-nosed squirrel and carefully examined the black and red ore in the sunlight.

It feels scalding hot to the touch, yet as slippery as ice.

It vaguely contains a burst of fire magic power, but it remains hidden and cannot be released, so much so that the [Magic Essence Panel] has not been able to obtain any magic power from it.

Amon frowned and murmured, "This Lonely Mountain once had minerals."

He knew that Damon hadn't told the whole truth.

He had seen this black and red, ordinary-looking ore before; it was in the Lonely Mountain cave where Kolakshu was seriously injured and asleep during the Battle of Long Lake.

Imond accidentally awakened Corakshyu and, in a panic, saw a pile of fiery red crystals beneath Corakshyu's prone body.

Afterwards, Emon examined those crystals and found that they were all flat pieces with water ripple patterns, and their irregular shapes looked as if they had been crushed.

Now it seems that those crystals were originally like that.

Ok……

What should have been a black and red color in my hand had some kind of special energy absorbed by Kolachu, causing it to lose its obsidian-like black color and turn into a dull red.

A thought struck Aemon, and he went into the forest to find the dozing Vormisor.

"Roar!!"

Vomisol opened its vertical pupils, sniffed at its rider, and seemed to smell an attractive scent. However, upon seeing that it was a stone in Imon's hand, it instantly lost interest and lay back down to pretend to sleep.

It's not even an appetizer.

Aemon looked at it and understood.

Vomisol was fed a series of Bloodborne Fruits and Firefly Fruits, which boosted both his physique and dragon flames, and made his appetite very picky.

The black and red ore is useful, but this grumpy old dragon doesn't want it.

"You rascal, without me, you wouldn't even need this stone."

Imon remained silent, then called over Little Jack and asked him to retrieve Sunny Day, who was lurking in the forest. Soon, a deep green sub-adult dragon emerged.

"Hiss!"

On a sunny day, it stretches its neck, its red vertical pupils darting back and forth. Its body length of seven or eight meters is already enormous compared to humans.

"Quiet!!"

Imon rebuked him coldly in Higher Valyrian.

"Gah?"

Qingtian paused for a moment, seemingly feeling some kind of pressure, and obediently bowed her head and bent down.

"Wow!!"

Jaeheris looked at his father with adoration.

The elders of the dragon tamers in the dragon's lair repeatedly taught them that young dragons only obey their masters' commands, and even adult dragons, who may recognize several tamers throughout their lives, will only obey their current tamer and refuse any other commands.

"I'll give it to you when you grow up."

Eamon patted his son's head, which made Little Jack nod repeatedly, his purple eyes shining brightly.

"By the way, Father."

Jaeheris pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've already learned the illumination technique you taught me last time."

As he spoke, he extended a finger, the tip of which gleamed faintly.

Aemon remained expressionless, but in his heart he admitted that his son was indeed talented.

He learned it very quickly back then.

"Father, close your eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jaeheris raised his hand to cover his eyes, holding up the glowing hand.

Swish! !

In an instant, even with his eyes closed, Eamon still felt a red light before him, a strong light shining through his eyelids.

"Hiss!!!!"

The father and son dodged quickly, but it was the young dragon Qingtian, who was watching the commotion with his head tilted to the side, who was directly pierced by a flash of white light, causing him to close his vertical pupils and shake his head while screaming in agony.

That wretched driver, ambushing us! It didn't dodge.

On a clear day, the dragon's vertical pupils were tightly closed, and its head, with a row of backward-curving horns, pounded the ground, creating a pit.

"Jehirius!!"

Immediately afterwards, the roar of an old father and the joyful singing of a child echoed from the forest.

After a while.

With tears welling up in his eyes, Jaehalis clutched his aching, numb buttocks, silently processing the sorrow of being beaten for the first time in his life.

"Humph!"

Aemon felt no pity for him and insisted on giving him a complete childhood.

What kind of person would use such dazzling lighting techniques in front of others?

So irresponsible!
"Calm down, sunny day!"

Imon adjusted his mindset, threw the black and red ore on the ground, and ordered the recovered Sunny Day to slowly try it.

"Hiss!?"

Sunny day spotted the unremarkable black and red ore at first glance. After cautiously glancing at the unreliable driver and confirming that the imposing Imon wouldn't interfere, she pounced on it like a cat.

flapping~~~~
The nearly ten-meter-long sub-adult dragon rolled on the ground, its scarlet wings and long tail immediately kicking up dust that made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Imon fanned himself and watched as Sunny lay on the black and red ore, rolling and grinding against it, causing the scales on his body to rub together.

During this process, the sun occasionally emits a pleasant or sharp hiss, while the red and black ore slowly fades, with the red portion increasing and becoming dull.

Half an hour later, the two-finger-width black-red ore had lost half its color, and Qingtian, exhausted and panting, stopped her seemingly obsessive behavior.

Aemon picked up the black and red ore, made a judgment in his mind, and muttered, "This stuff can strengthen a dragon's scales or flesh."

A certain substance hidden inside the ore was absorbed by the dragon upon contact with it, by the dragon rolling and rubbing the ore with its scales.

Unfortunately, the time was too short and the amount of ore too small to observe the specific changes under clear skies.

How many of these are there?

Immon spotted the golden-nosed rat who had watched the dragon show, and his gaze turned stern.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed mouse trembled and obediently raised its little paw, making a circle with its hand.

It means there are so many.

Aemon's face darkened; who could have guessed that?

The golden-nosed mouse shuddered, ran down the sleeve and trouser leg to the ground, drew a small circle, and threw a few pebbles into it.

Finally, the little paws pointed vigorously at the sunny sky, as if the "addiction" had been satisfied.

Immon's expression gradually turned serious; he understood what it meant.

There is a small patch of blackish-red ore under the sleeping volcano, but the amount is very small, no more than what was found under the cave on the lonely mountain.

Taking this black and red ore, about two fingers wide, as an example, it shouldn't cost more than a few dozen yuan.

And there is a very scary dragon guarding it.

"Kolaksh!"

Amon grinned, knowing that Damon wouldn't dare to mess with Kohol without some backing.

Given the close relationship between Damon and Klarkhu, they shouldn't have been apart for so long.

It's possible that this dormant volcano and its cluster were accidentally discovered by Kolakshu because he remembered the smell of the black and red ore.

"Beneath the volcano, there are indeed all sorts of precious things."

Imon was once again certain of his hypothesis: there were mineral veins hidden beneath the volcano.

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria enslaved so many people day and night to dig the mines beneath the Fourteen Fire Peaks, all for the rich mineral resources beneath the Fourteen Fire Peaks, and...

Rare minerals that are beneficial to dragons.

The "Fire Marrow Ore" in Aemon's possession is one of them.

The name was a temporary suggestion he came up with, which immediately surpassed the value of fire concentrate, making it a rare mineral in a class of its own.

"Don't spread what happened today."

Eamon led Jack back and told the little guy to remember to keep it a secret.

Firestone ore is already amazing enough, but Firestone ore is an even greater treasure for the Targaryen family.

The dormant volcano belongs to Damon, and a small amount of its volcanic ore has been "fed" to Kolachu.

If you're certain you can't get the answer, it's better to pretend you don't know.

Once we return to Westeros, we will venture deeper into the Lonely Mountain and the First Fire Peak.

There's no hope for Dragonstone. Before the family migrated there, Dragonstone existed as an outpost for the Dragon Aspects' invasion of Westeros and had already been developed.

He needed to go back soon for the sake of the Fire Marrow Mine.

Imond's "Red Rain" is probably already reforged and won't delay things.

……

While the children were playing happily in the water, Damon met with the tax collector Baylor.

Dimon was arrogant and dismissive of so-called diplomacy.

As always, Beller was cautious and made a request for peace, hoping to establish a mutually supportive alliance.

“My father has already sent someone to King’s Landing to present a gift to His Majesty the Iron Throne.”

"Oh, my brother has accepted your allegiance?"

Damon made sarcastic remarks.

"It's not about loyalty, it's about forging friendships."

Baylor emphasized.

Damon scoffed, completely unconcerned.

However, in the ensuing conversation, Beller, through his forbearance and sincerity, managed to reach a temporary consensus on peace.

The reason Damon doesn't object is that his trump card is still under the dormant volcano.

Baylor, unaware of the situation, breathed a sigh of relief. Amidst the other's disdain, he said mysteriously, "Prince Damon, have you ever heard of Orion, the Dragon King, who recruited troops in Kohol after the apocalypse?"

(End of this chapter)